Isla Fox

Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find.

Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected.

Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction.

But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son.

As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for.

She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams.

When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

The taxi pulled away from Liam's building as I slumped against the worn leather seats, my body still humming from our night together. Every nerve ending remembered his touch, the way he held me like I was something precious he was afraid to lose. But the ache in my chest reminded me why I had to leave.


I pressed my face against the cool window, watching the city blur past through my tears. The goodbye note I left on his pillow felt like a knife I had twisted in my own heart. One last time, I had told myself. One final night to memorize the feel of his hands on my skin before I walked away forever.


The driver kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, his weathered face creased with concern. "Miss, you okay back there? You need me to stop somewhere?"


Chapter 69 - Morning After Regrets